Come a Rose, come around
and chance I gaze into your eyes.
Let me hear the tender sound
of lover's songs and sinful sighs.
Anxious winged seraphs
I beg you hear my fervent plea.
Take flight quickly...blaze a path
and bring my lover here to me.
Come a Rose, come around
and knock upon my waiting door.
I ache to hear the steps you bound
upon my bedroom's wooden floor.
I've read this before. Was it somewhere in Pablo Neruda's collections? No wait, it's just that hip talented writer David Kim Pennebaker killing me with his words again.
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